ARC Reviews

31/03/2015

I fell willingly into his bed, stolen moments of passion so intense they blurred the lines of responsibility and reason. The passion we’ve unlocked could be the key to our salvation or the path to damnation. This is my story, my fall into love and fear that it could end in a heartbeat...

One destined meeting. It alters journalist, Charlise "Charlie" Carter’s course. When asked to work on a Republican candidate's campaign, she’s unprepared for the intense reaction she has toward the young, handsome presidential hopeful, Colin McKenna.

Unable to resist Charlie’s allure, McKenna succumbs to his desire and they find themselves exploring a passionate, physical relationship that is soon tested by not only their own secrets, but his political advisers.

Traveling the country in pursuit of the presidential nomination, his career aspirations and complications from the past collide with their desire to be together, threatening to tear them apart forever. Midnight tells a compelling story of burgeoning trust, intense passion and secrets that could cause it all to unravel in a heartbeat.

Midnight is an adult contemporary romance, due to strong language and sexual content this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.

“So good. It’s too good . . .” he mumbles against my mouth. And it is.
So intense and so good my toes curl as I wrap my legs around his backside. I’m
close to overwhelmed, the feel of him buried in me, knowing I’m really here in
this moment, and his voice whispering in my ear tohold on, don’t hold back, give me
everything . . . I almost can’t
hold on, falling deeply into every sensation and losing myself in them.

I’ve never done this with someone and felt connected in every possible
way, not just physically, but emotionally. A rush, a warmth spreads out from my
chest at the realization that this is my beginning—a spring in the middle of
winter, the ending of a chapter and the start of another, with Colin as the
central character. Right here, in his bed, clarity reigns as his mouth claims
mine again, teasing out a moan so he can claim that too. He owns me. I would
give him anything. Take it, take all of me, take everything and anything. And
he does, wringing out every ounce of pleasure. He knows where to touch, how to
extract the smallest whimper and the largest groan. I could never tire of being
with him, with him over me and in me, pushing, pulling, driving and devouring
until the ache becomes a need. A need so intense and all consuming, I begin
taking from him. Calling out unabashedly tomove
faster, go deeper, push harder. Don’t stop, never stop, never stop making
me feel this good and needy and so, so full. Please, I beg. Pleading
with him, pleading for I don’t know what . . .

When faced with a challenge, it’s best to pool your resources. Liam Mattson used to play his wife’s body like a fine violin. Until a logging accident dampened his fine motor skills and rendered his legs—and the most important part of his below-the-waist playground—useless.

If only Liam would throw himself into therapy with the same vigor he used to throw her into bed, Ivy is sure he’d fully recover. But lately she’s felt adrift, while he’s stuck in self-pity and pre-occupation with a serious threat to his logging business.

When Ward Bose returns from the backwoods, Liam isn’t blind to the heated, guilty glances between his best friend and his wife. And he takes a step he never could have taken if his legs were working—ask Ward to service Ivy in bed.

The moment the three come together, Ward’s heartstrings are tied in knots, and Liam holds them in his fist. But secrets they’re each keeping could tear them all apart…unless they can find a way to share their burdens as easily as they share their love.

Em
Petrova lives in Backwoods, Pennsylvania, where she raises four kids and a
Labradoodle named Daisy Hasselhoff. Her dream is to buy an old pickup and
travel small-town USA meeting people and hearing their stories. Her heroes are
hardworking—in bed and out—and she is known for panty-scorching erotic romance.

KILL OR DIE:Nina Hardwick has had a rough life since leaving high school, but inside she is still the girl looking for a silver lining. The past several years have left their toll on her psyche, and just as she feels she is climbing out of a deep abyss, her life and the lives of millions of others fall into shambles as a virus overtakes the country and leaves a plague of undead armies scouring the land.In a desperate attempt to get away from the infected, Nina and some neighbors speed out of town nearly killing a man on a motorcycle. When they stop to rescue him Nina realizes that he is the one man from her past she never got over, the guy who should have been her high school sweetheart until she messed it up. But this unrequited love Kevin Savage ,says he doesn´t even remember her. Or does he ?
Nina ,Kevin and her neighbors head to the wilderness and fight to survive not only the plague but

also hunger ,cold , their inner demons ...and even each other.

Will they survive and , more importantly will her heart?

Excerpt

I lay in Kevin’s arms for longer than I could calculate,
staring out the window and watching as the sky grew darker. Part of me wished we could stay like this
forever, in this place the world seemed to have forgotten about, away from
everything bad and horrible and dark.

That might have been nice, but there was still the
question of my kids…and the rest of my family.
I needed to know they were all right, had to find out where they
were. I didn’t know how the hell I was
going to do that or when, but I needed to.

Up against my body, he felt strong where I felt weak, warm
where I could only sense cold. He had
become to me everything I always knew he was, and the realization that I had
fallen in love with him again struck me hard.
It had been an easy slide, one I hadn’t even known I was on until my
feet were back on the ground.

I decided there, in his arms, that I wasn’t going to fight
it.

But I also wasn’t going to acknowledge it. After our weird past as teens, I didn’t know
what to expect from him in the aftermath.
I only knew this moment, and I was going to cherish it, hold it tightly
in my heart like I might clench a locket in my fist, and then I was going to
let tomorrow bring what it would. I
would leave this room with no expectations, no hope.

It was something I’d grown pretty good at over the years.

As if he could read my mind, he said, “We should probably
head back.”

“Yeah, I was thinking that. I think a storm’s moving in, don’t you?” I turned around in his arms. Part of me didn’t want to. I was sad—profoundly—but felt like I
shouldn’t be drowning in that emotion. I
didn’t want to give away anything in my head.

His voice was soft when he said, “Yeah, I think so, so we
shouldn’t screw around.”

I smiled in spite of myself. “A little late.”

He grinned too, and I imagined that he was feeling inside
the same way I was but also wanted to try to put on a happy face. But he pulled me close and kissed me
tenderly. He didn’t say anything,
though, even after his lips left mine.

I wanted to acknowledge the significance of his earlier
revelation, even though part of me was afraid to go there, so afraid of what
the truth was. But I had to know. “Do you really remember me…or were you just
saying that?”

Jade C. Jamison was born and raised in Colorado and has
decided she likes it enough to stay forever. Jade's day job is teaching
Creative Writing, but teaching doesn't stop her from doing a little writing
herself.

Unfortunately, there's no one genre that quite fits her
writing. Her work has been labeled romance, erotica, suspense, and women's
fiction, and the latter is probably the safest and closest description. But
you'll see that her writing doesn't quite fit any of those genres.

You'll have to discover Jade's writing for yourself to
decide if you like it.

Shifters and witches? Forbidden on pain of death. Might as well stick a fork in a light socket. Yet those are the kind of sparks witch princess Sophia Blue
feels when she meets wolf shifter Noah in her aunt’s bookstore.

But Sophia is stuck. Her aunt is missing and Noah, the last person to see her, is Sophia’s only hope. If not for that and her aunt’s new, cute little
doggie, Sophia would run as far as she could from the sexy, hard-hewn alpha.

Noah’s stuck too. Before disappearing, the aunt hit him with a hex gone horribly wrong—he’s the doggie. By day he’s fifteen pounds of yippity-yip, and with
five anti-alpha wolves nipping at his heels, that’s deadly dangerous. Only Sophia can help him, but she has lost her magic.

Then an evil mage from Sophia’s past shows up with murder on his mind, and all Noah’s instincts shout to protect the woman his misguided heart thinks is
his mate.

Warning: Sinfully sexy alpha thrown together with a hot witch in a small town. Sass, sparkle, a meddling aunt, snafus, growling, fighting, and oh yeah,
sex. Might want to get up to date on your shots.

“I don’t know where Noah is. How could I?” Yet even as Sophia spoke, that snarl of awareness curled up her nape.

Mason said, “He phoned just a minute ago. Said you named him Kin—”

“—someone to help,” a bass voice thrummed from the dark depths.

Sophia spun. That masculine voice, vibrating with power, plucked a long string of deep, throbbing need.

A man emerged from the blackness, gliding into the sharp white light. Her entire belly turned inside out.

Crane-her-neck tall. A smooth prowl, all muscular grace, extraordinary strength and endurance. A fall of black hair over a high, regal brow. He was total
alpha—powerful, deadly and sexy as hell.

Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped and her heart beat hard against her ribs as her hormones plonked “Endearing Young Charms”—and then exploded. Not really,
but the full-body shiver and the rush of hot need through her veins was anything but mild.

He stopped a few feet from her, standing with breathtaking stillness. Werewolves were usually ruled by their aggression, so the man’s cool composure was
even more striking.

Definitely a were, though. His honed jaw was textured by the rough black morning-after-sex stubble all male wolf shifters seemed to have. Her body splashed
with a hot me want of desire.

Their eyes met.

Power shows in the eyes. This man had power, and to spare. She was stunned by irises of pure silver around pupils which opened to her like velvety black
pools. She fell in and happily drowned.

“Noah, finally,” Mason said. “I found Marlowe, but he’d already gotten rid of the…” He cut Sophia a glance. “The thing. I read the kid the riot act, made
him do some work around here and sent him home.”

“Good.” Noah’s answer was for Mason but his gaze was still locked on Sophia. He took a step nearer, his eyes flashing. “You’re Linda’s niece.”

“Yes.” Nervously, she fingered her pearls. Those gleaming silver eyes knocked her off-balance, drilling into her very thoughts. She sucked in a breath, got
a lungful of hot male and nearly imploded when her body zinged like every hormone she had was shouting alleluia.

Damn it, no. He was a shifter. Worse, he was pack alpha, bound to be mated. An ex-witch slavering after a mated alpha?

Smiting was happening for sure.

He glided another step closer, his muscles sliding easily under his skin and clothes. He raised his hand and caught her fumbling fingers, stilling them.

The warm pads of his fingers pressed against her skin were stunningly sensual. Her lips fell open because she was having trouble breathing. She blinked at
him.

He lifted her hand from her pearls and brought it to his nose. Finally those remarkable eyes closed as he inhaled. A tiny, appreciative smile curved his
lips, as if he were enjoying the bouquet of a fine wine. “You smell amazing.” His voice rippled with a low, sensual growl.

Her body responded with “Endearing Young Charms”. Boom-boom.

When his lids lifted, his gaze had gentled. The wolf within was very strong, but the man controlled it utterly.

A half step closer, him or her, she wasn’t sure who. Their auras kissed. A thousand butterflies jigged inside her. Pure male heat rolled over her skin,
edged with virile, wild magic. A tremor hit low in her belly. If she leaned in a fraction of an inch, she’d touch him, flesh-on-flesh…she swallowed hard.
Touching him might be like completing an electrical circuit, and she’d be the one fried. “Look, I’m trying to find my Aunt Linda.”

His gaze dropped to her mouth as she spoke. “She owns the bookstore.”

“Yes.” Under that silvery gaze, her lips felt too full, throbbing. The word was hard to form. She licked.

His pupils dilated until his eyes were pure black, riveted to her mouth. “You’re the gor—the woman in the picture.”

What had he been about to say? Gorilla? Gourmand? Gorgeous? “What picture?”

“Your aunt has a photograph of you.” He released her hand to slide a finger under her chin.

All her breath expelled. Without oxygen, she let him tilt her face to one side, then the other. The throbbing in her lips intensified.

His lids lowered, lazy with promise. “Your nose is longer than I expected.”

Wow. Just what a woman wanted to hear. “Thanks.”

“It’s a good nose. Honest. Elegant. I like it.”

Instantly the throbbing was back, but she pushed it away, mirrored it by stepping back. “An honest, elegant snout is still a snout.”

He followed her. “Your nose is unique, like your scent. Exotic. Deeply enticing.”

He was right on top of her. She stared up into eyes glowing between lids slit, not in suspicion, but heavy-lidded with intent.